###Chapter 41 Bidding And Bidding

Driving back to the office, Ivelle was surprised that Dr. Brad Silverman was in her office and seemed to be waiting for her.

When Dr. Silverman saw Ivelle coming back, he put down the magazine he held in his hand, looked at her, and said, "How was the bidding?"

"Not bad!" After answering his question, I caught a glimpse of the lunch box on my desk. I raised my eyebrows and said, "What is this?"

"The soup stewed by Chef Coleman was very useful in reducing pregnancy sickness!" He opened his mouth and came forward to open the lunch box.

He had given Ivelle one this morning, and she drank some. Indeed, she didn't feel sick all morning. It seemed that the soup was really good.

"Thank you!" Ivelle opened her mouth. She sat back in her seat, raised her eyebrow, and looked at him, and said, "Are you here to just deliver the soup?"

"No!" He was straightforward and said directly, "Have you found any suitable company after the bidding?"

She shook her head. Astley's audit was also giving her a headache. "I asked Kyle Branson to do an analysis report. I'll wait for the report results, and then sift through it!"

He raised his eyebrows. "Have you ever thought that in this process, if the credit is not shortlisted, the final bidding result will be AC?"

Frankly, the result of AC winning the bid was very possible. I looked up at him and frowned. "What is the real reason why Jordan Astley wants to replace AC?"

"You should ask him!" When he replied to me, he continued, "He may have his own reasons for choosing credit carefully."

It was so complicated that she didn't want to think about it. She looked at him and said, "When I confirm the audit company, I may have to go on a business trip. I may need your help to take some medicine with me during the business trip."

Being outside every day, it was inevitable that there would be times when she would get too tired. Dr. Silverman was proficient in pharmacology, and his medicine was more or less useful.

He nodded and motioned to Ivelle to have the soup first, or it would get cold later.

Before she had a drink, her cell phone rang. She saw that Maisie was calling. It was already afternoon, and she should have just got up.

She picked up the phone and did not have any time to speak when she heard Maisie's anxious voice "Ivelle Astley, I am in the police station. Can you please come? Hurry!"

Ivelle was stunned at how Maisie got to the police station.

Before she could ask more questions, the phone hung up. She hurriedly grabbed her bag and went out. Dr. Brad Silverman stopped her and frowned, "What happened?"

"Maisie is at the police station. I'll go and have a look!"

"I'm coming with you!"

She didn't refuse. She came to the police station with him. Maisie was detained in the observation area. When the guard policeman saw Ivelle, he said, "Are you, Miss Ivelle Astley?"

I nodded and said anxiously, "Why is she being held? What happened?"

"Miss Rogers was involved in illegal reselling of blue crystal and needs judicial adjustment. Miss Astley, please cooperate with us!"

The policeman spoke with an awe-inspiring face.

Ivelle was surprised and break out in a cold sweat; blue crystal?

How could Maisie touch such a thing?

She grabbed the policeman, feeling a little excited, "Comrade Policeman, Maisie can't do anything illegal. There must be some misunderstanding. Please adjust the difference clearly."

Seeing that she was emotional, the police comrade slightly twisted his eyebrow, "Miss Ivelle rest assured that our police station will adjust the difference truthfully. We still have some questions that we need to ask you alone. Please cooperate!"

At a time like this, she didn't think much about it. As the police entered the inquiry room and asked a few questions, she probably got the general picture of the matter.

Last night, someone found the blue crystal in Maisie's bar, and the number was not small, but it was strange why the man didn't call the police on the spot and had to wait until the next day to call the police.

Ivelle was questioned by the police. Afterward, she saw Maisie, for only a few hours. She did not wear any makeup. There were dark circles under the eyes; she looked very haggard.

When Maisie saw Ivelle, she dragged her and said, "Ivelle Astley, I've been set up. It's Nicole Blakeley! She came to the bar with a man last night. I thought she was just there for a drink, but I didn't think she set me up."

Nicole Blakeley went to a bar with a man?

"Did you see what the man she was with looked like?" Besides Jordan Astley and Kian Hastings, was there anyone else around Nicole Blakeley?

"He is very tall and looked ugly. By the way, when I went to Astley to look for you, I heard someone call him Mr. Hastings!"

Kian Hastings was involved?

Nicole Blakeley didn't like Ivelle, but why did she lay her hands on Maisie?

"Why did they call the police today? Shouldn't they have called the police last night? "This logic was totally wrong.

Maisie rubbed her eyes and said, "I'm the one they want to set up. Blue crystal was found in my wardrobe this morning when the police went to investigate!"

Ivelle could feel the pain in the middle of my eyebrow. "Maisie, is there something you are not telling me?" With Nicole Blakeley's character, she was sure to lose both money and power. Why would she only attack Maisie, but not the bar?

Looking at me, Maisie hesitated for a while before saying, "Ivelle Astley, I have to tell you something, don't be angry. Time Bar has been bought by Jordan Astley. When you asked me if I wanted to go to Hempstead, the bar had already been bought by him."

For a moment, I didn't know what to say. "Why did Jordan buy your bar?" A big company was enough for him to be busy. Why did he want the bar?

Maisie shook her head. "I don't know. A month ago, Jordan Astley came to me and bought the bar for almost twice the price. Later, he transferred the bar to Nicole Blakeley. I wanted to talk to you about it, but you were too busy and in poor health at that time, so I did not say anything."

After careful consideration of this matter, Jordan Astley bought the bar and transferred it to Nicole Blakeley. How different was he from Nicole Blakeley?

Jordan Astley would certainly not be stingy to give what Nicole Blakeley wanted, but for Nicole Blakeley, the bar was not her goal at all.

She was afraid this game was for her!

Ivelle had a headache. She soothed Maisie and went out of the detention room. Brad Silverman was waiting for her in the hall. When he saw her coming out, he came forward and said, "Is everything all right?"

"If convicted, how many years will she be sentenced to?" Ivelle opened her mouth and had a terrible headache.

"Fifteen years in prison, life imprisonment or death, and confiscation of the property depending on the quantity. The greater the amount found, the heavier the sentence!" Brad Silverman said when he went out of the police station with me.

There was a buzzing sound in her head, and for a moment it felt like heaven and earth were spinning. Nicole Blakeley's move was so ruthless that it hurt a girl's life with a bar.

"Don't worry, the police are still investigating and there is still room for maneuver." Brad held her aside to the rest area and opened his mouth to appease her.

Ivelle grabbed him for a moment, looked up at him, and said, "What room for maneuver?"

"As long as the police find out that Blue Crystal has nothing to do with her, and there is no sign in her own body, and her wardrobe itself is in a bar, there is a great possibility that her wardrobe has tampered within the middle of the night. As long as it is found out that someone in between those times has tampered with her wardrobe, suspicion on her will be reduced by more than half."

"Yes, we can go to the bar to monitor!" She stood up abruptly and waited for a moment to get ready to go to the bar.